I AM YOUNG

When my mom was 82 she wrote this poem. I loved it so and flew her to Ca. to enter a special poets contest and guess what she won!

I don't have space for more wrinkles on my face but
I AM YOUNG

My skin is flabby and a little shabby but
I AM YOUNG

I get so mad at me that I can cry
When I run to the kitchen
and can't remember why but
I AM YOUNG

When I see a show or watch TV
My eyes are not what they used to be

And my hearing sometimes is not so great
So I listen closer to what is my fate
I AM YOUNG

Maybe it is too late to learn to skate
But never ever to go out on a date!
I AM YOUNG